Bian Buhua died. He was slapped to death easily and simply by a light palm. The dead could not continue to die, and the dead bones were not left. He was the elder of the Yingui sect and the younger brother of the Holy Queen Zhu Yuyan, but he died well and deservedly.
If he doesn't die, how will they recognize Tianjun as a person?
If you move, you will kill, and if you take action to take a life, it is just a thought of the Lord of Heaven.
My life is not in my hands, I can't help myself, so no one dared to say anything; Zhu Yuyan gritted her teeth and did not dare to say a word, everyone seemed to act as if nothing happened.
Turning her gaze, she looked at Hanhan, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and she said, "You just said that the Holy Emperor's relics are no longer there. What's going on?"
Huanwan pointed at Diao'er with a wry smile, and Diao'er called out to her again, "Good boy."
"I don't know what method it used, but the relic was absorbed by this little guy."
Zhu Yuyan was stunned for a moment and looked at the lightning mink that had 'suddenly' grown up. She didn't know whether she should believe it or not.
Huanwan blinked at her.
Zhu Yuyan came to her senses. Regardless of whether she believed it or not, whether she was willing or not, whether she was willing or not, she had to believe it.
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Zhu Yuyan led many masters from the Demon Sect to leave.
When she came, she first asked about the whereabouts of the Holy Emperor's relics. After learning that Diao'er had sucked all the essence away, she had no choice but to retreat. Believe it or not, she had to retreat. Before retreating, she informed Ran that now, in Chang'an City, all forces have united. .
Lin Shihong, who dominates the Chu Territory, is actually a disciple of the Demon Sect. He is a disciple of Pishou Xuan, Junior Brother Zhu Yuyan, and it was from him that the news of the alliance of forces came from him.
All the demonic gates have receded, the sun is high in the sky, and the color of the sun has gradually shifted to the west.
Xuanwu Gate is divided into three gates: the main entrance and the side gate. The main entrance is five feet high and more than two feet wide. Although the side door is less than five feet high and only nearly two feet wide, it is not much smaller.
The triple doorway is quiet and deserted, with city walls on both sides, east and west forts, and six sentry towers standing on both sides. Even if there are no forbidden troops guarding it, the atmosphere is still solemn.
Walking into the Xuanwu Gate, there is a long road paved with blue bricks, one hundred and seventy-eight feet long and more than twenty feet wide. At the end of the long road is the magnificent Tai Chi Palace.
A burst of piano music came from far and near, seeming to come from Tai Chi Palace...
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
The sound of the piano slowly roams in a penetrating, pure and far-reaching environment. It seems to be describing the prosperity of the world, but also seems to be telling the haggardness of the mortal world; it not only writes the rhythm, but also expresses the inner voice and reaches the temperament.
The sound of the piano suddenly turned, becoming powerful, majestic and sad, like the momentum of thousands of troops, narrating the ruthless sorrow on the battlefield; in the rhyme of the piano, there seemed to be killing and gentleness, and the music gradually became louder and louder, and then turned low.
Suddenly high and sometimes low, it is like a gossamer floating in the wind, and it is endless, adding a bit of heart-stirring feeling.
After a while, the sound of the harp became softer, more ups and downs, and extremely complex and varied, as if seven or eight Yao harps were playing music at the same time, which was really pleasant to the ear.
Just hearing a sharp "Zheng" sound, the sound of the piano stopped, and the Tai Chi Palace became silent in an instant.
Huanwan came to her senses in the sound of the piano and said softly: "Why don't you ask Master Zhu to lead my disciples to help you?"
Randomly smiled and said: "Because there is no need for it."
Huanwan sighed lightly and said softly: "I have never seen anyone like Ren Lang. Now you are the enemy of the world, but you still don't need help. How high is your martial arts?"
He looked at the sky outside the palace and said calmly: "Maybe it's a little higher than the sky."
Huanwan tilted her head and said, "How high is the sky?"
Ranyi smiled and said: "My martial arts skills are slightly lower than mine."
Huanwan smiled and said, "People are worried about you!"
He shook his head arbitrarily and said: "I won't worry in the morning, I won't worry in the evening, but now you are worried?"
Huanhua's delicate body trembled slightly, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and a few cute ripples appeared on her forehead. She stared at him without blinking, and said quietly: "Huan'er can't help but worry about you at this moment. I really can't bear it. Can’t live.”
As if explaining, Ran Yi said: "That Huan'er will never worry about my safety in the future, just like the others in my family. They will never worry about my life or death."
Huanwan smiled sweetly and said, "You say they seem to be heartless and unjust."
Ranyi said calmly: "It's not that I don't want to, but that I don't need to. The time is almost over."
Huanwan stared at him and said softly for a long time: "Be careful!"
He is not a person who needs to be worried. When will the ladies in his family worry about his life and death?
Xuanyuan didn't say another word, just smiled slightly. This smile has laughed at the ignorance of the world, the talentless people in the world, and the people in the world.
This slight smile made Hanhan stunned...
She suddenly discovered that in fact, Xuanyuan was not only a very proud person, but also a very helpless person; he had no friends, no rivals, and nothing to do!
He opened the palace door at will, but Huanwan didn't follow.
The palace door opened wide, and people walked out, walking on the long palace road...
It was almost dusk, and he was walking alone on the palace road under the setting sun, as if he was the only one left in the world.
The long road is bright and clear, the breeze is gentle, and the deep palace is lonely.
The distance from Xuanwu Gate, which is more than 170 feet long, is slowly closing. The people walking on the palace road are walking slowly, not urgently, and very carelessly. Their clothes are fluttering and their white clothes are leisurely.
One hundred and sixty feet...
One hundred and twenty feet...
Hundreds of feet...
Hundreds of feet, eighty, seventy, fifty, Xuanwu Gate was already in front of you, and you suddenly stopped.
Breeze!
A Taoist with an E-guan degree, wearing a Taoist robe, and a long beard floating under his chin came out of the air. His figure was like an arrow and like a catkin. His figure swayed slightly and he had already jumped out more than ten feet away. Then he spread his figure and fell down again. His long sleeves blew in the wind, and his figure was handsome and unrestrained, as if he were an immortal.
Ning Daoqi landed on the sentry tower of Xuanwu Gate, saluted him from a distance, and said calmly: "You are indeed a man of your word. Ning Daoqi has met Mr. Ren."
Before he finished speaking, a cold snort came from outside the Xuanwu Gate, the sound was like thunder and seemed to shake people's ears.
Under the setting sun, I don't know when a man stood proudly on another sentry tower of Xuanwu Gate. He put his hands behind his back and looked leisurely and contented. This man is tall and burly, with a shawl, broad shoulders and thick blades; a high nose, sunken eye sockets, and a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle under his thick eyebrows. He looks proud, as if there is nothing in the world that he cannot do.
Then, with a burst of Sanskrit sounds, four monks flew in from the sky, and a nun also arrived from the sky.
Then, in front of the triple gate, groups of people walked in. There were stick monks, swordsmen, and swordsmen. As far as the eye could see, there were already numerous figures, and these were not soldiers, but dead soldiers raised by various clans and forces.
Since they are dead soldiers, naturally everyone has extraordinary skills and good cultivation. Yuwen clan leads one team with hundreds of people in one team. Wang Xuanying and Wang Xuanshu bring two teams with nearly three hundred people in each team.
Liu Heitai, Meng Jiong, Dou Jiande, Xiao Xian, Li Zitong, Du Fuwei...
The originally silent palace road was suddenly filled with people. Those who were in front of them were just appearing in front of them, and half of them were hiding, waiting for the opportunity.
